Tunnel

I learned something these past few days.

Pain is not supposed to be understood while it’s happening. Its such a mistake to think that while you are being plastered on the ground you can figure things out and have perspective.

No.

Perspective comes when you get up and dust yourself off and try again (iykyk). Perspective implies some space between you and the situation, it implies you are the observer, taking notes from a distance.

Therefore, you have to get through the uncertainty, the uncomfortable crawling on your skin like its being shredded from within, the internal yelling until your throat feels on fire, the buildup that makes you cry but there are no more tears left, you re completely dry inside and out.

You need resilience, teeth grinding and just paciently waiting for the pressure to cease and let you take a deep, well deserved breath of fresh air.

From that moment on, you get out of the tunnel as a different person you went in. Inevitably, your name is the same but the individual has been reshaped by the pain, chiseled, chopped, moulded into… someone else.

This one is for all my fellow humans who are still in the hellish tunnel, gasping for air and hoping for light. Maybe it was time to change some things, and that was the only way.

I dont know. But through all of it, the curiosity of the outcome keeps me going.

Everything hurts, but at least i am still alive. Lets see where it goes. When you are on the ground level, there is only one way things can go.

Right?